Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife

Beauty is in the bones, not the skin.

The original owner's bones were excellent, with a full forehead, a pretty straight nose, curved eyebrows, and small lips. Even though his face was so thin that his cheeks were sunken, his cheekbones were bulging, and his eyes were extremely large, it was still a bit pleasing to the eye.

Although the skin on his face is dark and rough, the pores are very fine, and the skin under his clothes is very white.

Although the teeth are covered with tartar, they are arranged neatly.

Feng Qingxue was very satisfied, put away the mirror, drank the remaining half bowl of porridge from last night, and ate a few red dates and a handful of nuts.

Red dates replenish blood and nuts replenish nutrition.

The porridge has been left in the space and is still warm.

After finishing the porridge, the date stone shells were placed in the space, the earthenware jar was washed in the wind and snow, and it was propped on the stove piled with stones.

There was enough firewood, but it was a pity that there was no tinder.

In the memory, the original owner always went to the neighbor's house to borrow a fire. Feng Qingxue sighed, took out a lighter and lit a fire.

The earthen pot is not a pot, so it takes a lot of effort to boil it, and the firewood is not resistant to burning. It takes a long time to boil a pot of water.

While boiling water, Feng Qingxue took out a hot egg from the space.

At that time, raw eggs were put into the space after being boiled, and they were still warm when taken out.

Feng Qingxue searched for a long time before she found a broken wooden basin. She woke up Feng Qingyun and poured some hot water for her to wash her hands and face.

While looking for the wooden basin, the hot water had become warm.

Although he is very poor, the original owner Feng Qingxue also loves to be clean.

Under the influence of her sister, Feng Qingyun became accustomed to washing her hands and face very carefully.

"Okay, let's eat after washing your face." Feng Qingxue handed her the hot eggs, "Eat one egg a day, and I'll find a way to get it back after I'm done."

"kindness!"

Eating eggs with warm water in a porcelain bowl, Feng Qingyun cherished them and ate them in small bites, smiling happily.

"Sister, the eggs are so delicious." Feng Qingyun had a small appetite and was full after eating just one egg, burping with satisfaction.

Feng Qingxue touched her head and said, "Sister, I'll boil eggs for you tomorrow."

Feng Qingyun nodded, and then asked: "Sister, have you eaten?"

"I ate it before you woke up." Feng Qingxue replied without changing her expression, and destroyed the egg shell to remove any trace of it.

Although Feng Qingyun was smart, he was still young and believed Feng Qingxue's words.

Of course, Feng Qingxue did eat it.

It was already broad daylight.

Feng Qingxue looked at the sky, lowered her head and said to Feng Qingyun: "Qingyun, you wait for me at home, I will go out to beg for food."

"Sister, please take me with you. Those kind people may give me more food when they see how pitiful I am." Feng Qingyun grabbed Feng Qingxue's clothes, not wanting to leave her sister. She cleverly thought of a good way.

"No." Feng Qingxue refused.

Just kidding, if you take her there, how can you get things out of the space?

Seeing Feng Qingyun's disappointed look, Feng Qingxue hurriedly explained: "Silly sister, you have no pants to wear, bare legs, and bare feet. How can I be willing to let you follow me through mountains and rivers? If you wait for me at home, I will definitely take care of you. Come back with food.”

After Feng Qingyun heard this, she shrank her legs and feet into her ragged cotton jacket.

This tattered cotton-padded jacket was worn by Feng's father during his lifetime. He died in the summer, so he was buried without a cotton-padded jacket.

Otherwise, Feng Qingyun wouldn't even have such a piece of clothing.

Of course, even if he died in winter, this cotton-padded jacket would not be buried with him.

The family is so poor that the clothes worn by the dead are all good.